Stone, Wind And Water Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Stone, Wind And Water



(i)

Stone and gold
All brown dust,
Wind and breeze
Another gyre
Of a goldenrod fire.

All water is the same,
Spring and river
Planting the foliage
That stops a blaze.

A whirr over a rock
Breaks a rusty stone head,
When it sails by
With wings of a storm.

A sandstone grown
On tottering limbs
Tumbles into water
Squeezing out its life.

All wings of fire
Chew life into dust,
Spitting out marsh
To build up bog.

(ii)

One by one tree leaves
Tossed over by wind -
All is ground into dust,
The beginning and the end.

The goldsmith tosses
Off a piece of clay
To brew more fire
To chew stone and gold
Into ash and dust.

From dust into dust,
Water spinning thread
And needle to weave
New life chewed.
Into is rebirthed silhouette.

(iii)

And ground back into slab
For statues of all men
Silhouetted, breathing in life,

Only to breathe out
A puff of dust air to crown
And garland necks over

The tombstone to hold
Down a priest's knees
On a bench of stone.

For the whistled orison heard
In breeze and wind,
Rain spinning and dripping
In thickened tears,

When water cleanses faces
Into golden sun-lit
Moonstones and sunflowers
Covering rusty stains
On standing rock and fallen crag.

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Felix Bongjoh

Felix Bongjoh

Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
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